Summer time is a magical time. The California sun shines brightly and into the night. The days are long and the fun lasts even longer. Drinks run through the night. Smoke fills the air and lungs. It’s all fun and games, indulgence and abandonment. To love with abandon, like tomorrow will never come, to live in the moment, to forget and forget, are the joys of summer. The moment leaves and a sadness remains, of a love that was pure, a youth, an innocence, a beauty that cannot last until the morning sun. To be kissed by the sun, by the son. Kiss me before you go.
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